Playing With Fire

Chapter 15: Bri Snores in Her Sleep

(Pax's POV)

So Briana gave me the amazing award of narrating this part of the chapter. By amazing I mean not because she and Trixie slept the whole time. They are so adorable when they are asleep, and I just realized that sounded creepy. Well Bri is now yelling at me to get a move on with it, so here we go.

The sixth hour

Bri and Trixie slept. Constant speed was 110.3 miles per hour.

The seventh hour

Bri and Trixie slept (what a surprise. Ow!Okay, sheesh. I can't have a little fun?). Constant speed was 110.6 miles per hour.

The eighth hour

Bri and Trixie slept, but this was the highlight of my whole driving experience. Bri, as you can tell by the chapter title, talks in her sleep, and she said, "what do you mean there's no peanut butter left." I thought she had woken up and I wouldn't have to wake her up, but nope, she was still asleep. Other than that, nothing else happened. Constant speed was 110.7 miles per hour. And take it away Bri!

The ninth hour

(Back to Bri's POV)

Why thank you Pax (I am not letting him pick a chapter title again).

When Pax pulled over to let me take his spot, the change in motion is what woke me up.

"Is it my turn?" I mumbled as I looked over at him.

"Yeah," he answered, and I could hear the exhaustion in his voice. "But if you want, I can continue driving."

"Nope, you aren't doing that," I said. Man that snapped me awake. "You've done too much for me already, mister."

"Alright," he said with a laugh. He opened the door and got out of the car, allowing me to slide over into the driver's seat. As soon as he was buckled in, I realized I didn't know how to drive.

"You okay there," Pax asked me.

"Yep, I'm good," I lied, trying to figure out why the car wasn't moving when I pushed the gas pedal.

"You have the car in neutral," Pax said, pointing the thing (I think it was the gear shift but I'm not sure).

"Right I knew that," I said as I put it to the R. "Sorry, my mind is still a little muggy from sleep."

"Is that why you put the car in reverse?" he asked, right as I hit the gas pedal and rammed us into a tree. I cringed.

"You don't know how to drive do you?"

"Of course I do!" I said.

"No you don't," he replied, smirking.

"Fine. Can you teach me? But only for a little bit because you still need to sleep."

"Of course. First, you put the car at the D because it stands for 'drive,'" he said.

"Ooohhhh, that would make sense," I commented as I moved the thing into drive. "Do I have to move the thing while I'm driving?"

"The thing?" Pax asked while laughing. "It's called the gear stick. And no, you don't have to."

"Oh, okay. So what do I do now?"

"Now push on the gas pedal."

I pushed on the gas pedal and we lurched forward, almost hitting another tree. I yanked the steering wheel to the left, avoiding it, but it didn't too much good. Since I was going to fast, the car did a 180-degree turn, facing now the other direction right as a car coming. I slammed my hands onto the car horn, hoping that would do something. Luckily, the car stopped just in time and drove around while glaring at us through the window.

"Did I pass?" I asked Pax sheepishly.

Pax, on the other hand, looked like he had seen death knocking on his door. His face was white and matching the look of pure terror. Both hands were gripping the door so hard that all the blood had stopped circulating.

"I'm driving," is all he said and unbuckled his seat belt.

"No! You need to sleep; I got this."

"Says the person that almost got us killed."

"But we are still alive so it doesn't matter."

Pax looked at me. "At Least let me get us turned around."

"Fine," I agreed and got out if the car.

"Briana," Pax said as soon as I got in the car again.

"Yes?"

"You always put the car in neutral when you get out."

"Oh. Oops."

Pax sighed and got the car turned around. He got out of the car allowing me to take the driver's seat again, but not before putting the car in neutral.

"Okay, let's slowly step on the gas," Pax instructed me.

I did what he told me to, but I didn't go anywhere. "It's not working."

"You still have the car in neutral."

"Oh. Right." I switched the car to drive but I still had my foot on the gas pedal, so we went lurching forward again. Luckily, I slammed on the brakes instead of turning the wheel.

Pax sighed again. "Do you know what the word slowly means?"

"Yes," I said, and slowly pressed on the gas, and we started going forward.

"Good. Next, I want you to know that the steering wheel only needs slight motions; it's not like a gocart at an amusement park."

"Okay," I said and made a slight turn of the wheel to turn us around a bend in the road.

"Okay good. Let's go a little faster so we can get to Cameron on time."

"Okay," I said and stepped on the gas until we were going above a hundred miles per hour.

"Think you got the hang of it," Pax commented, which made me feel proud.

"Thanks! Now it's time for you to sleep."

"Alright fine. Please don't get us in a wreck."

"I won't, I promise."

"Okay," and with that, he drifted off to sleep.

So I drove, and drove, and drove (now I see why you made all those comments. Yeah, yeah, you were right, moving on). The good part was the driver gets to pick the music so I jammed out to Imagine Dragons the entire time since no one was awake. I mean, it's not like anyone would've argued with me since they were asleep, but it was nice to have control of something going on in my life.

So, I drove, Pax and Trixie slept, and my constant speed was 110.8 miles per hour. Ha, I went faster than Pax.

The tenth hour

I drove, Pax and Trixie slept. You know, the usual at this point. Constant speed was 111 miles per hour. Even faster.

The eleventh hour

This is where things get interesting. After about forty-five minutes of being in the eleventh hour, we reached Boston. How did we get here so quickly? I wanted to wake everyone up to tell them the exciting news, but one look at Pax's adorable sleeping face shut that thought down. I didn't have the willpower to wake up that sleeping baby.

I shut off the alarm on the top of the car, and looked through the car's electrical system to see if there was any clue to wear in Boston Bill was keeping Cameron. I didn't find anything in there. Well, this sucks. I now had just over an hour to figure out where Bill is and try and break Cameron out. I had no clue how this was going to be possible and was starting to lose hope until I caught the view of the person walking on the street.

It was Carl, Pax's dad, and he was walking away from the city.